In the grand hotel lobby, Mr. Edward stood tall as always. His black coat was neatly buttoned, his cap perfectly placed. For years he had stood there, opening doors for guests, carrying luggage, and offering polite smiles to countless strangers. But today, there was only silence. No laughter, no hurried footsteps, no ringing bells. Just the warm yellow light from the ceiling lamps casting long shadows across the marble floor. He gazed quietly down the empty hallway. Once filled with life and movement, it now felt like a forgotten stage. He was the last guardian of a glory that had quietly slipped away. Mr. Edward let out a soft sigh and whispered to himself, “Everything passes… even the waiting.” And he remained standing.